hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean Winchester/Eliot

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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He looked him over for a minute before withdrawing his fingers and slowly pushing himself in once he'd lined up. He easily slid all the way in, skin pressed to skin as he panted.

"Maybe in a little bit. I gotta fuck you first." He slid his hands over Eliot's thighs, hooking his arm under one of his legs, lifting and pressing it up over his shoulder while reaching between them to stroke his cock.

Eliot laughed at that decision and somehow it made perfect sense that the guy who he met through hustling his pool game would offer to get him off only to fuck him first. He had no complaints though, not when he felt Dean enter him and pound right against his prostate.

Not quite werewolf strength, but Dean wasn't an easy pushover either and there was substance behind those poundings.

He tilted back his head and emitted a soft keening at the wonderfully deep thrusts.

"Fuckin'... god, just... fuck!" That summed it up pretty well.

He smiled, thrusting hard as he bent down to kiss him again. He groaned loudly, stroking Eliot's cock and sliding his thumb over the head to spread the precome that was leaking from the tip.

"Jesus fuck...." He closed his eyes, biting his jaw and down, letting his forehead press against his shoulder as he felt a bead of sweat roll down between his shoulder blades.

Eliot panted and closed his eyes, his hand that was behind Dean's neck guided the hunter down so he could take his mouth again.

This time it was a slow sensual kiss, all tongue and open lips and exploration, and with every moan he offered it directly into Dean's mouth like a morsel of sound to be eaten.

When he felt he was getting near, he started to clench and relax his muscles repeatedly to help bring Dean over the edge with him.

Lip-locked, he didn't want to let go even as he cried out from how good it was.

He held the kiss as well, letting his groans and sounds of pleasure out against the other man's lips. The way Eliot's muscles tightened around him, milking him drove him almost over the edge and he let out a whine, shaking slightly.

"Fucking...come on, Eliot...wanna see you." He mumbled against his lips, never actually breaking the kiss.

Eliot didn't bother protesting after that. When Dean brushed his slicked mushroom head a final time, he jerked and came in short bursts of milky seed. What he shouted was muffled against the hunter's mouth, but what his lips mumbled was terribly close to 'Dean'.

He let himself be pulled over within moments of feeling Eliot come, pumping into him and whimpering. He leaned his forehead again the man's for a long moment as his body shook.

"Fuck." He pulled away slowly, collapsing on the bed next to Eliot. He shifted, pressing his head against Eliot's, forehead resting against his temple.

It was a terribly intimate position to be in, even despite the two of them having fucked the hell out of each other. It was more than just physical intimacy, but an actual intimacy of the person with how Dean was leaning his forehead against him.

It felt right yet wrong at the same time, and for a moment Eliot was debating hazily on pulling away. Yet what he ended up doing, with a seeming calmness from his wolf inside, was put his arm around Dean to pull him closer.

Damnit, he didn't get intimate like this with guys. But looking at Dean, he didn't try to pull away.

"Mmmm... You still alive?"

"Alive and amazingly fucked out." He chuckled, pausing when he felt the arm around him, drawing him closer. He bit his shoulder before throwing his arm over Eliot's waist, closing his eyes and relaxing.

"Still planning on doing what I said. Just...yeah need some time. Kinda wish I had your recovery time though." He smirked.

Eliot debated on pulling away but Dean cuddling against him had him sigh and pull the man closer. It wasn't like they would see one another a week from now, perhaps not even come tomorrow.

"Too high a price to pay," he said quietly, eyes closing to nuzzle against Dean's neck. The more he smelled him, now added with his own scent too, the more it appealed him.

It was the most peaceful he felt in a while.

Dean wasn't much of a cuddler on the best of days. Not even with girls he'd brought back to the hotel, but something made him actually want this and he was enjoying himself quite a bit.

"Yeah I know." He spoke softly, closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly to give Eliot better access. "So, where'd you learn to fight like that? I've never seen anyone move that fast. Hell I don't think I blinked the entire time." He smiled before pressing his lips against his in a slow, lazy kiss.

Eliot shrugged a shoulder, the movement jostling slightly against Dean before Eliot settled again. "Work," he said, as general an answer as saying 'interest' would've been.

His past wasn't something he wanted to discuss, especially not to a one night stand who happened to be a hunter who may come after him one day. It was obvious Eliot had a history though, the scars on his body revealed as much.

"How'd you end up huntin' supernatural things?"

He actually tensed up slightly at the question, the hand resting on Eliot's hip squeezing slightly. "A demon killed my mother when I was 4 and Sammy was 6 months old. The thing had been...feeding his blood to Sam and my mom walked in on it. He torched her on the ceiling of his nursery."

He sighed softly. "My dad started hunting then for revenge and we got pulled into it. Its honestly all I've ever known. I don't think I could be normal after the shit I've seen."

Eliot felt the need to comfort Dean, his hand rubbing light circles in Dean's shoulder in reassurance. The two of them had things in common, but not their childhood. Eliot was sorry to hear the other man had such a tough time growing up. He couldn't imagine being forced into a life like that.

"I went into the army," Eliot revealed, feeling the need to return the favor to tell Dean at least that much. "It wasn't all that I wanted it to be." That young man who went into the field died a long time ago. A soldier remained, but jaded and made into a killer.

He looked up slowly. "My dad was a marine. Probably why me and Sammy turned out how we did." He shrugged a shoulder. "I grew up a hunters kid, turned into a hunter. Killed my first monster when I was 6." He stared off into space for a long time.

"I'm not gonna hunt you." He stated softly, truth in his voice. "You could kill me with no problem. I know that, but I don't care."

"Don't gimme a reason to," Eliot said, repeating the same words from last time, also without any promise of not doing so. He lived in a violent world, such a promise would've been impractical.

But his heart did go out the child who was made to kill monsters before he likely kissed a girl.
"You gotta be pretty good to be still alive if you're been huntin' things like me for so long." Maybe not quite like him, but even without being as lethal as he was trained to be, he still had deadly enhancements that would've made him hard to put down.

"Just lucky." He looked up at Eliot for a moment, watching his face. "And I've never hunted a werewolf like you. I'm starting to think there are more than one kind." He shrugged a shoulder before leaning up and kissing him again.

He stretched slightly before laying his head back down. He still wondered why he felt so comfortable like this, why being pressed against the other man without having sex seemed to relax him more than anything he could remember.

"More than one kind?" Eliot asked, figuring now was as good a time to admit his ignorance as any. "I haven't met more than one... the fuckin' thing that bit me." He killed it, but it was too late and he turned into a monster anyway.

"If I wasn't one, I'd never believe such things existed." He had seen strange things and knew there were more out there in the world, but this was a bit more extreme than that.

"The ones me and Sam have hunted are more...I don't know. Animal? Its hard to explain. Plus they rip the hearts out of their victims, feed on them like that." He looked up again. "Plus I've never met one that didn't try to kill me before."

He laughed softly. "You'd be surprised what really is out there. The things that are real."

"Oh, I have violent urges," Eliot revealed, baring his teeth in a grin that bordered on being a grimace. "I just control the animal within."

He didn't feel any towards Dean though, now was when he finally realized this and looked to the hunter in a slight look of awe. Was it because this man was a hunter? He didn't feel like his wolf was cowering though, in fact he was feeling very relaxed.

"But no urge for cannibalism, got no taste for human, thanks."

He smiled, baring his own teeth suddenly before leaning in and biting his neck. "I can imagine." He mumbled against his skin. "I'd hate to see you out of control."

He chuckled, making a face. "Thank god for that. Cannibalism tends to not be very sexy."

Dean liked biting his neck a lot, Eliot noticed, but he found himself only leaning back to give him as much playing room as he wanted.

"Trust me, you don't." Eliot wasn't going to deny that it happened before and he had no doubt it would happen again eventually. But to the best of his abilities, he would prevent it if he could.

"It ain't pretty."

He took that as an invitation, moving his lips over skin slowly. He had a feeling that he would probably end up waking up alone again so he planned on enjoying this for as long as he could.

"You know, its kind of funny we ended up basically working the same case. Different reasons, but still the same case. How often do you go after stuff like this?" He kissed up to his jaw, smiling.

This seemed like a safer topic and Eliot relaxed into it. "I'm a retrieval specialist," he explained, knowing that he hadn't gotten to really introduce himself last time. They were rather busy with other things.

Twisting slightly to glance at Dean briefly, he smiled and laid back again so Dean could continue his nuzzling and kisses. "I was paid to get back the ring, so I was there. I had no idea the guy was a demon though, don't think the guy hired me did either. It was just luck."

"I'm guess you caught him by surprise then. Not even your strength could have beaten him if he had any idea you were coming. He'd have just slammed you into a wall with the wave of his hand." He continued his attentions, sucking lightly or biting any time it could draw a reaction.

"Wonder if you've ever had to retrieve some of the stuff we go after too. Magical artifacts and things." He smirked. "Though I doubt you've had to track down some of the shit me and Sammy have."

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